#here's some moreeee

[hamletisintown]

(i forgor the alt txt on the previous pic sorry i'm putting it here) (ID: a drawing of 4 characters, each in their own little colorful rectangle. The first is a beautiful man with short hair and a sly smile on his face. He is looking back at the viewer, holding up one hand, flames at his fingertips. The second is a man with his hair in a ponytail and a stern look on his face, one hand reaching for his sword. The third one is a young man dressed elegantly, holding up their sword in front of their face in a very knightly fashion. The fourth one is an androgynous person with dreadlocks attached in a ponytail and a nervous look on their face. They have nice poofy sleeves and are holding up a spoon with honey in it.)

okay now onto the next part

Orion and Ursa, the doomed sisters. Ursa is tall, beautiful, studious, smart, her hair is perfect, and most important of all, her weaving is legendary. Orion, in contrast, is just a little guy. When your older sister manages to meet all your parent's frankly deranged expectations, it's hard not to look bad as the second child. Even more so when you simply cannot manage to even just fit in. But when you're the perfect elder child, work and expectations just never stop piling up. Ursa swallows her rage endlessly, until the day it will finally overflow.

Virgile the apprentice. Prince Hypnos' protégé is a young (and very overworked) prodigy, learning everything his mentor will teach him, from fire spells to stabbing people in the back. In a better world, Virgile would probably choose to spend his days reading and studying away from society. Unfortunately, like everyone caught in the whirlwind of Hypnos' life, Virgile cannot have a quiet and simple life.

Electre the protector. Trained by none other than Master Illudo, but not yet recognized by him as a true warrior, Electre keeps on training relentlessly. Despite his assertions, she refuses to believe that her heart is too soft, and she wholeheartedly intends to prove him wrong by beating him faire and square. And maybe even soften up HIS heart in the process.

I keep telling myself I should talk about my OCs more bc how else am i gonna lure people into talking about them with me??? So, i'm gonna be brave and i'm gonna use these sketches i made recently to introduce some of my little guys a bit.

Also for anyone interested, I do have a tags system that SHOULD be comprehensive, check my pinned post,

and if you're interested in any particular OC, check the tags under my drawings, i try to tag each OC individually (and in order of appearance in the drawing from left to right, top to bottom) so you should be able to just click on the tag and see more of them!

With this out of the way, let's get into it:

(from left to right)

The twin princes Hypnos and Thanatos. They are famously demigods, direct descendants of Erebus the moth god, and thus held to high standards. Hypnos is the face of the kingdom, adept at manipulating his way through social situations, while Thanatos is a warrior trained by the illustrious Illudo, leading the guards and the armies. Fiery, warm, but rational and distant Hypnos ; stoic, sharp, but emotional and honorable Thanatos ; they stand in stark contrast to each other, each one complementing the other's weaknesses, an inseparable duo.

Aubépine the Butterfly Knight. A well-known fgure among the Court, Aube is a flashy, charming, but responsible knight. Many ladies would offer him their heart without hesitation but this honorable knight remains single, too focused on his duty of protecting the castle, though some rumours (if you'd care to believe them) would have him already romantically entangled with a lowly criminal.

Acacia the honey mage. Every court needs its doctors, and as far as doctors go, the honey mages produced by honey bee and bumblebee colonies are the best equipped for the task. Acacia is a nervous but efficient worker, apt to tackle the difficult ordeal of keeping all of the chaotic figures of the court in relatively good shape. A tough job that nevertheless puts them in a privileged position to learn about many of the court's secrets...

[efverse]

played dress up w my eevee family ^.^

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

trying to psych myself up to finally do oc refs by doing fandom-related refs instead: volume 1

wanted to update my yuma from whatever tf this au is so he was a bit more unique... takes inspo from a lot of different things while also trying to be its own sorta thing? which is fitting given the au ;)

bonus chibi now that i'm also figuring out how tf to do chibis lol:

[p1utofairy]

★ WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT IN REGARDS TO YOUR LOVE LIFE?

NOTE: miss me? hehe. i felt called to answer the bat signal (i saw y’alls messages in my ask box ILYSM) take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. thank y’all for the support always. 🫂

PILE ONE.

ooo this fall i do see a very solid romantic connection coming into fruition for you, pile 1. there’s such a high level of comfortability between you both it’s sooooo sweet and endearing. you could already be friends with this person, but if that’s not the case, they will be your best friend and lover wrapped into one. diary by alicia keys is coming to mind – wow! the energy is very sensual and venusian-like. maybe you or this person has taurus and/or libra placements? you two connect on such a deep spiritual level. i can just feel it, pile 1. opening up to this person will be so easy for you, which is crazy because i feel like you’re not vulnerable/open with just ANYBODY.

lay your head on my pillow, here you can be yourself. no one has to know what you are feeling, no one but me and you. OKAY BYE I’LL CRY RN?! the emotions between you two run very deep & i feel like you both will create such a calm, intimate and loving space for each other. this connection will be so healing — i’m picking up that either you or your person never truly knew what it felt like to have a strong support system or someone in your corner through thick and thin, but let me tell you something, pile 1. you and your person will show up and out for each other!

you might be a bit defensive or standoffish towards this person at first, because you’re afraid of being hurt or let down once again. however, i want you to know that it’s okay to open your heart and be receptive. some of you that picked this pile might have a scorpio moon, because i’m picking up that it’s really hard to knock down that wall you have built around yourself. this person wants to take the time out to get to know you, the REAL you, and all your little quirks and interests because there’s more that meets the eye when it comes to you. i feel like you compartmentalize different aspects and traits within yourself & suppress them to conform to what others think you should be/should act like — but your person is saying f*ck that. they are going to love you in all your glory.

i’m ngl you could see yourself settling down with this person. they’ll fulfill you in so many ways that others can't even imagine or measure up to. this person is going to take care of you & splurge on you. they have very dominant energy and you’re going to love that about them lol for some of you might f*ck around and have a baby with this person. for a small portion of this pile, they might already have a child from a previous relationship. if that’s not the case though, you’re just going to love how hands on they are with you (literally hehe) & how they take the lead and make all your dreams come true. your person also has a lot of sexual energy lol in the best way possible. it’s so sly and lowkey but you’ll be folding like a pretzel pile 1 LOL.

channeled messages:

pov by ariana grande, free mind by tems, touch my body by mariah carey, you’re the only one that i want, dangerously in love pt. 2 by beyoncé.

PILE TWO

i think you need to get yourself out there a little moreeee, pile 2. i think that you’ll have more opportunities to meet new people and have some fun experiences, but it’s up to you to go out there and mingle. you’ve been keeping to yourself for a while now and there’s nothing wrong with that. pulling your energy back & recharging is good for the soul, but you also need to step into your power and claim what’s yours. remember – whatever you want, wants you even more. you’re glowing tf up this fall, pile 2.

you’re definitely elevating and so many people are going to peep it, especially romantic suitors. get out of your heads my lovely pile 2’s and open your mind + your heart to the limitless possibilities and opportunities that await you. you downplay yourself too much! TALK YOUR SHIT. you’re gonna have a couple love interests trying to get your attention & shooting their shot and it might throw you off, but just go with it. f*ck it, the more the merrier. lol i’m kidding but seriously have some fun!

you’ll know who is worth the chance and who isn’t. some of you that picked this pile might be a little inexperienced when it comes to relationships/love, so you just need some side quests and test runs to decipher what you do and don’t like lol. i’m also picking up a situation-ship vibe from this pile as well – some of you might have a lot of options but all you can think about is one specific person. you might not be talking to them right now, but your guides don’t want you to worry too much about them. focus on how you can create the reality you want for yourself. you’re the main character of your story, don’t be a perpetual side character in somebody else’s. i’m getting a lot of different messages for this pile, but one of the main things that’s sticking out to me is that whoever you pick/choose to entertain, you will have intense sexual chemistry with that person lol. you won’t be able to fight it hehe it’ll be the start of something new and exciting, pile 2.

channeled messages:

body by summer walker, go out with your friends, lemon drop, out of my head lupe fiasco ft. trey songz.

PILE THREE.

oh my, pile 3. did y’all just get out of a relationship or situationship? it’s really giving that. i think you need to work on becoming more grounded, and enforce healthy boundaries with your romantic partners and just everyone in general tbh. you’re so giving and nurturing. you’re always pouring into others, but where are they when it’s time to pour into you? you’ve had to come to terms with this the hard way :( people think that because you’re so compassionate and forgiving that they can walk all over you. this feeling of frustration has bubbled up inside of you for so long now, that it makes you feel pessimistic when it comes to love.

your guides want you to release this energy and not let it set you back or deter you from opening yourself up to a new partner that can and will cherish you. your love is very powerful – you are a REAL lover! if you get knocked down, you’ll rise up 10x stronger. please remember that always. your love is divine, it’s pure and it’s simply addicting; that’s why people felt like they could just take and take and take without you saying anything to them. the person that you were previously connected to knows you have a good heart, but they don’t value it. i am very happy to let you know that there is a special someone out there that will, and they are coming towards you.

they will claim you loud & proud and be so greatful to have you in their life and by their side. your person is so encouraging and kind, yet a lil rough around the edges – you almost wouldn’t expect this from them. they’re definitely going to match your freak lol. physical touch + words of affirmation might be their love language too btw. i think you need to let go of your ex/previous situationship, and take a leap of faith into the unknown with this new person. their love will feel so freeing and refreshing <3 the love between you both will hold no bounds. you deserve this pile, 3.

channeled messages:

wait for you by future ft. drake & tems, i’ll be there for you/you're all i need by method man ft. mary j blige, maddy perez, mula, ketu-moon aspect, anything by SWV, the weekend by sza.

[changetyre]

Heyyyy I just read something with Lando and he says “I wasn’t asking” and I’m going to need moreeee please & thank you 😍

F*ck you!!! || Lando Norris x Reader ⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: You absolutely despise the way Lando can having you screaming in anger and then pleasure in a matter of seconds…right? Part 1 Here

WARNINGS: **18+**, hate sex

A/N: I love me some hate sex, denying your feelings kinda fics

It was the worse feeling in the world, no doubt. Your first victory was right there, your hands ready to grasp it you could touch it with the tip of your fingers only for it to be ripped away from you.

The race had gone perfectly, exactly as you’d planned both you and your team had done an excellent job in what was undeniably one if the not the best race of your career, making your way up from P12 after a bad qualifying.

No further action

You read and re read the text ready to waltz into that damned stewards office and give them a piece of mind right before lighting the damn building on fire. That’s the amount of rage you felt right now.

Some part of you was absolutely ready to spend the rest of your life behind bars if it weren’t for that idiot of a man you so very much loved to fuck showed up in your drivers room.

“What the fuck do you want?” You scoffed, right about ready to slap him too.

He’d been the cause of it, happily taking the victory for himself without a care that he’d cost you your race and first and well deserved victory completely.

“I came to apologize.” Lando spoke, a smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off but a fucked up part of you still enjoyed.

“Fuck off.” You shoved him out of the way as you continued grabbing your things scattered around the room to pack them.

“I am really sorry.” Lando repeated.

“Right you really did look sorry when you were happily spraying champagne up on the podium posing for any camera that pointed your way.” You bit back.

“Let me make it up to you then.” Lando grabbed your waist stoping you from moving around the room.

“Don’t touch me.” Lando almost believed you meant it if it weren’t for the fact you made no attempt whatsoever to get his hands off you.

“Wanna touch me instead baby?” That stupid confident smirk appeared on his face again.

“Fuck you!” You huffed angrily looking up at him.

“I bet you do.” Lando laughed before pushing his lip on yours.

You moaned in annoyance but once again didn’t try hard to push him away. Lando basked in the way you accepted it and tried fighting for dominance with your lips which only for today he’d be okay with giving you.

“I hate you.” You whispered as you yanked Lando’s hair back allowing you to trail your lips down his neck.

“I bet you do baby.” Lando only spurred you on as he felt you leaving marks across his skin.

“I do…so fucking much.” You almost moaned the words this time as you ripped Lando’s shirt off him letting your lips continue their journey downwards before yanking his pants down too.

“Show me how much darling.” Lando knew he had to be quiet, despite the fact that your little adventures weren’t secret to many anymore being victims of your loud ventures around the paddock after a day like today it didn’t seem wise to give people more to talk about.

You didn’t feel like prepping him, you quite frankly didn’t care for anything other than taking out your frustration on him, to make him whine and ache at your hands.

So as you began harshly sucking on his length you basked in the way his knees buckled from under him forcing him to find the nearest support to keep himself upright.

He tried to sit down but you were quick to deny him that luxury.

“You sit down and I’ll stop.” You threatened and you reveled in the way he obeyed, straightening up and his eyes begging for more.

Your own cheeks hurt with how hard you sucked him and you knew he wouldn’t last long, and you watched for the tell tale signs carefully.

“Sh*t that’s so good baby.” Lando panted as he gathered your hair in a ponytail.

His head fell back in pleasure, as he tried his hardest to contain the loud moans that wanted to escape his lips.

“I’m almost there…keep going…ah…ugh!” Lando’s groans got louder.

Just as he was about to release you stopped.

“WHAT THE-“ Lando absolutely hated the feeling, the ache that settled in his core with his pleasure being ripped away right at the last second.

“Feels shit doesn’t it.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You little-“ Lando hated the fact that he for 1 second believed you’d make him feel good and forget about today.

“Have fun taking care of that.” You poked Lando’s rock-hard dick before getting up, grabbing your bags and leaving him.

[serendippertyy]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR FUNBUN WORK I WOULD LOVE SOME MORE IF YA WANT TO DRAW MOREEEE

(i rlly need to draw ur winter wonderland deigns with funbun)

HERE HAVE THIS ONE I DREW MONTHS AGO AND NEVER POSTED 🤭💜

[r0-boat]

Yessssss I lOvE your headcanons about the 2 unreleased kings 😋 must be because I love dark headcanons.... (and that in Abbadon is something couldn't miss out 😈)

But can you do some moreeee? 🥺 Like about the headcanons about interactions between kings perhaps (seven kings---!!!!) Or maybe between kings and MC pls 😚 I kinda crave for some dark contents right now (cus when I first play WHB, I already expect this 👀)

Only if you're fine with this request, and jusst ignore it if you don't okie 😘

Oh my God interactions with the Kings hshshs

I mostly just have really stupid headcanons about those guys interacting but I got some dark ones

Dark!whb King headcanons

speculation for asmodeus and belphegor(I'm writing these two before they come out)

Cw: yandere, murder, drugging/drugs, death, cannibalism, sexual slavery mentions of being sold off, most of this shit is just talking about a black market shcsdgj. This shit is dark dead dove do not eat

Disclaimer: I do not condone anything I write This is purely for fantasy written by adults for adults only!

Belphegor and asmodeus has been fully released here's the update

Links to little asks about people's questions

Question one about Satan's desires

Question two on Mammon

Satan

I don't think we talk about Satan's depression as much as we should have. What I feel like you would think himself as a wrathful monster unable to control his wrath, sometimes he would have depressive episodes where his personality is a completely 180. He's just as angry at himself as he is at everyone else.

The first time you've witnessed this depressive episode is when he accidentally struck you and made you bleed. His whole body starts shaking as he began to break down He tore apart his room and started crying and took weeks for him to calm down.

The reason why his subordinates are okay with him taking out his anger and physically hurting them is because if he doesn't have an outlet he'll take out it on himself.

Satan is dependent on you for his emotional needs. He loves you, and he needs you; please do not leave him.

Satan is definitely holding back a lot of his dark thoughts because he doesn't want to hurt you, and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold back these darker desires. Normally he tells you everything, but he doesn't want to scare you. He wants you to like him.

Leviathan

Leviathan is a budding yandere, He already stalks you. Trying to keep his obsessive thoughts underneath a layer of hatred. That hatred mixing into more obsession. Of course he wants you to love him, but he also wants to be hated by you just as much as he is loved because it gets him on your mind. And that's really all he wants. It doesn't matter if he makes you hate him. As long as you're thinking about him he is okay with that.

Because of his abuse as a child from angels I would not doubt he wouldn't know how to normally show affection.

He has killed another devil for you. And he will gladly do it again. He sends the heads of lower rank devils that you dare show a smile too under the name "You're admirer" isn't he so romantic.

Leviathan only tolerates the kings being around you because chilling one of them or they're subordinates would start a war. So to have you he must use sneakier tactics.

Beelzebub

He has a fantasy where he roofies you at a bar and takes you home with him. Whenever you go to the bathroom thinking that Your drink is safe with him, He stares blankly into the glass, thoughts swirling with mental images of your nice loopy giggly self being laid on his bed.

Angels taste like chicken, humans taste like beef, demons taste like pork. Humans so far is his favorite. Humanoid meat especially humans are delicacy and highly illegal in the Tartaros black market. A delicacy He has been recently craving.

If he ever dies he wants his last meal to be you after he fucks you of course.

Levi gives the bodies of the devils he has killed too Beel to eat.

Beel definitely does drugs He's mostly immune now... He hates that Adderall doesn't affect him the same as the others.

Mammon

Tartaros is home to the rich and the very powerful. They hold grandiose special parties where the wealthy gather. Of course Mammon attends these parties. These demons see you as a pretty little exotic pet unknowing that Mammon is the pet and you are the master. And these same demons frequently talk about how they would buy you at any price, talking about your body as if you are a piece of meat and a prize to be bought and sold. Sadly you are not for sale.

As the demon of greed flaunting is his specialty And he has definitely thought about telling you up and all his gold and jewels to bring you to one of these parties to show you off. As a message saying 'This is something you cannot have.

Mammon knows of the Tartaros Black market and he turns a blind eye, but he will gladly do something if you tell him to. Or if belphie gets off his ass and strong arms him.

Giving him a little more because getting asked for it: Mammon doesn't do shit about the black market because He owns part of it and he practically created it. This man runs his kingdom like a mafia and he is a mob boss. Shady dealings to other kingdoms smuggling goods anything for More money and greater goods.

Lucifer

Has purchased a human corpse from the same black market for scientific purposes he swears up and down.

He slowly corrupting himself He beats himself up over it but at the same time he kind of likes it.

"hey can I cut you open and look at your organs? No? Oh okay..."

Lucifer because of his past as an angel suddenly gets urges to kill you. They have gone down over time since his transformation as a devil but he really shouldn't be getting this hard over thoughts of putting his hands around your neck.

Makes aphrodisiacs as a paid commission for asmodeus. And asks you to test the drugs.

If you ever die he wants to keep your beautiful eyes.

Your blood is a beautiful drug like sweet wine. He's obsessed with the taste

Belphegor

Belphegor and his superpower of a kingdom are the only reason why the Kings actually give a damn about their laws. Nifleheim is a strong powerhouse and a great enemy to those who don't want to make one of them.

However, Belphegor isn't all justice and the law and order in fact far from that. He is the law whatever he wants he can bypass it and everyone will turn a blind eye. If you were ever sold by Mammon to the highest bidder Belphegor would be your buyer.

Grand spectacles of public executions are very popular thing in Nifleheim(Belphie Danganronpa fan)

The real horror is that belphie invest in cryptocurrency and has an NFT/j

Belphie is also completely dependent on you and he will make you stay any way necessary.

Belphie only hasn't cracked down on the others harder as he should is because he doesn't give a fuck what happens in other kingdoms if it is in his own.

Belphie thinks Asmodeus is a disgusting freak. Leviathan is an amateur to him. Satan and belphie would get along pretty well I think they would be FPS partners.

Asmodeus

All of hell's most heinous devils come here because the laws are so lax. You're wondering why this kingdom hasn't fall to complete anarchy... Apparently getting you addicted on sex and then withholding it as a punishment is surprisingly very effective.

Asmodeus would love to have you but hasn't invite you yet because... Well if your kingdom is filled with half trained rabid dogs and you throw a nice fine steak inside.... Yeahhh.

Asmodeus is actually a pretty nice dude, He's very calm, polite and chivalrous. Which makes you wonder how much of that is a mask. Something you'll never know.

Asmodeus has a harem I think that goes without saying. And he talks greatly about adding you to that harem and how you would be his favorite~

It's no secret that I think humans are a very sexualized being in hell. Asmodeus is one of the demons with a huge human kink. Humans in his eyes are still primal animals which is part of their biggest appeal to him.

Asmodeus thinks belphie has a stick up his ass and he needs to loosen the fuck up

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part 14

Right my gorgeous little demons here is part 14 and at the end you finally get a little bit of action that you've all been asking for - and trust me there is moreeee to come!!! Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

Life carried on as normal. Or well, as normal as you now living with the Vee’s could get. Moving most of your possessions into the tower wasn’t the issue – you keeping your old apartment just in case anything goes wrong had been a small issue with the Vee’s. After a few little arguments, some flirting and a lot of promises you were allowed to keep it. Just in case you needed somewhere to blow off steam of course. Another little argument happened as you had been continuing singing at the old clubs and creating new contracts – the Vee’s had been included in all of this but still liked to make a scene every now and then. After the first few explosions off Valentino and small grumbles from Velvette and Vox you just brush them off. They were possessive assholes. But they were your possessive assholes.

Though currently everything was calm. Velvette and yourself had taken over the living room with pieces of paper, clothing samples, song lyrics and glasses/bottles of drink as you both discussed her upcoming Catwalk that you were going to be starring in. Not that you were worried. Not in the slightest. Vox was no where to be found, you guessed he was still in his office working despite the late hour. Valentino, however, had settled on the sofa behind you both scrolling on his phone and giving his opinion on certain clothing choices and dresses.

After a few hours you leaned your head back on the sofa, moaning softly when Val started massaging your scalp through your hair while making sure all the tangles were gently removed. For someone who had such an aggressive reputation you found he was always gentle with you. Or rather, he was only aggressive when you asked. Not once had he asked you to star in his ‘work’ since you had agreed to be theirs though. When you mentioned it to Angel he had laughed and patted you on the head before explaining how possessive Valentino is and that he wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you like he would in private. Another plus was that Val was leaving Angel alone now, thankful that Val had taken what you said to heart and that Angel had a little bit more breathing room and freedom now.

Through your mussing, you somehow must have fallen asleep. Stretching you realise that you were no longer on the floor but are now on the sofa with one of the plush blankets wrapped around you like a burrito. You struggle a little trying to wiggle your way out of it, throwing a glance at Vox’s door to see that it was still in the same position as earlier with no lights or movement from inside, so you just knew he was still working away. A quick look at your phone informed you that it was now 3am. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep aware he was still up you traipse into the kitchen and start the coffee machine up, making his usual black coffee. That Demon just lived off caffeine and sugar, if you opened him up you are sure you would only find wires, electricity and coffee.

Making sure his favourite mug, ‘Fuck Alastor’, was full to the brim you make your way up to his office via the elevator. It was way too late to be using the stairs. When you finally make it to his office you can see blue lights flickering underneath it with the sounds of grumbling and tapping reaching your ears. Yep, still hard at work.

You give a harsh knock to the door before you open it, peeking round you see Vox typing away on his masses of screens. Bow tie now abandoned on the desk and a tired look on his face you frown. Hmm that wouldn’t do. Stepping into the room, shutting the door with your hip you catch Vox’s attention. That devilish (albeit tired) smirk spreads across his face.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing up and about at this time?” His eyes flicker to one of his screens and flinches when he sees the time. As you walk towards him his eyes now focus on the mug as you place it in front of him and slide yourself onto the corner of his desk. The pyjama shorts riding up your legs showing more of your thighs than he probably had seen before.

“Just sustaining your caffeine addiction is all, plus I haven’t seen you today – wanna make sure you are still alive and kicking” you tease him with a smile as he sips on the coffee. Humming in happiness at the caffeine kick he leans back in his chair, observing you from over the rim of the mug. His stare always had you squirming if he held it long enough. Biting your bottom lip as his gaze travelled down the pink pyjamas and robe you had on, you clear your throat: “so what are you up to so late? Anything fun?”

“Nothing as fun as what I am staring at right now”, rolling your eyes you try to hide how your cheeks start to flush as he chuckles at your reaction. He leans forwards to put his mug back on the table when you spy that his charging cable wasn’t properly plugged in. Can’t have that now can we.

“Hang on V, looks like you’re not fully plugged in”, sliding back off the table so you were now standing between his open legs, you lean over him to get to the wire. His cold fingers rest on your waist, gasping slightly as you finger the wire to make sure it’s the right one. Amused, glancing down at him as he squeezes your waist, “hold on if you need to big boy”. You can’t help but tease before getting back to the task at hand. He must have pulled himself together you gathered from the cheeky chuckle and tightened hold he had on you. However, you were not expecting the sudden pull from him which meant you ended up squeaking as you landed straddling his lap with your knees resting either side: “if you insist my little songbird”.

From the fall, one of your hands was now resting on his shoulder as the other held onto the back of his screen. Pushing back the blush from your cheeks of being in this position you instead attempt to raise yourself up so you could see what you were doing behind his screen. Or you tried until two very strong hands pushed you back down where you were now firmly seated on his lap.

“You’re gonna have to let me up a bit so I can make sure the plug is in properly Vox”, trying to explain what you were doing and getting a handle on the situation, you throw him a glare as you glance down at him. His devilish grin just grew. One of his hands left your waist and positioned itself in front of your face. A snap of his fingers and the wire that you finally had hold of snapped into place by itself. “Are you telling me you could have done that all along?”

Shrugging, he places the hand back on your waist and settles comfortably in the chair. A darkened expression spread across his face as he gazed up at you: “there’s a lot I can do that you don’t know about yet Y/n and I cannot wait to show you”. Gulping, you slip both your hands to now rest on his shoulders. This was a situation you had gotten yourself into now wasn’t it. His eyes made a path down from your own, down your throat and to where your pyjama top gapped quite a lot at the front showing off the pink lacey bra you wore underneath it. Under your hands you felt him groan under his breath, those fingers on your hips tightened again.

“You should be a siren instead of a songbird, you know that sweetheart?” He mumbled up to you as you rest your weight now more on his lap – your legs had grown tired of holding yourself up off him. Another restrained groan came from his chest. A smirk grew on your face. Who wouldn’t feel a little bit powerful by having an Overlord moaning under them?

“Really? I think I’m far too innocent and sweet to be a Siren, don’t you Vox?” You lean down so your face was just above his, his breath on your chin you try to suppress a shiver when that dangerous smile spreads across his face as he looks back up at you.   

“Innocent and sweet aren’t the two words I would choose for you right now, Y/n” he challenges. His hands started moving softly up and down your waist, goosebumps raise where his fingers touch bare skin making little shocks of electricity run up your spine. A sudden little shove from those hands had your chest pressing against his and his face only a few inches away from your own. Heart thumping in your chest. Well Y/n … it’s now or never girl! Flushing under his smug gaze you reply by cheekily roll your eyes and wrap your hands in his jacket labels managing to pull his face even closer to your own. Eyes closing as his screen was blinding, you feel rather than see him place one cold hand on your jawline pushing it up. A puff of his breath on your lips was all the warning you had before-

“BOSS, there’s a crisis on the store floor there’s su-“the crash of Vox’s door makes you both jump in shock as your eyes snap open. Together you glance over to see one of his receptionists sheepishly hiding behind their tablet possibly realising they had royally messed up.

“OUT!” Another jump but this time from the loudness of Vox voice warbling in static, you could only sigh as the receptionist scampered out the room leaving you both now in silence. What a cockblock. A peek at a pouting Vox had the sides of your lips start twisting into a smile.

“Are you seriously pouting right now?” You ask, highly amused at the pissy Overlord. Huffing he rolls his own eyes and takes his hands off your waist. Well. That would never do. Rapidly you grab the labels of his jacket again and yank him forwards and slam your mouth against his. Smirking into the kiss, proud that you had finally one upped him in his little flirting game you release his jacket to swiftly place your arms around his shoulders instead.

After a moment or two of Vox remaining stoic, finally he responded wholeheartedly. His own hands wrap around your back and hold you firmly to his chest, a soft groan coming from his throat when your nails scratch into his shoulders.

Now you thought it would be weird kissing him – the whole TV screen as a head did slightly put you off from trying to kiss him but it wasn’t like you thought it would be. His face wasn’t flat and hard like a screen but instead was soft and you’d say almost 3D like. His tongue slipped into your own mouth as his fingers dug into your sides. Yep. Definitely not flat like a screen. Rubbing yourself up against him and bathing in the groan he released, you couldn’t help but wonder.

You wondered what else wasn’t flat like a screen on the rest of him and how you couldn’t wait to find out.

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Español: No tengo mas que agradecer a cada uno de ustedes por todo el carinho que mi blog a recibido a lo largo del tiempo, apesar de mis "desapariciones" un poco recurrentes y algunos hiatus no previstos, mi blog continúa creciendo lo cual pienso que es algo um poco impresionante. Cada vez estoy más serca de cumplir mi meta de llegar a los 10k, pero mentiría si dijera que esta todo bien. Tengo miedo de que la poca motivación que me queda para seguir publicando, se vaya una vez allá alcanzado mi objetivo. Dejando de lado todas esas palabras tristes, mas una vez agradezco a todas las personitas que me apoyan. Les mando un fuerte abrazo, cuídense mucho ♡

Português: Só tenho a agradecer a cada um de vocês por todo o carinho que meu blog tem recebido ao longo do tempo, apesar dos meus “desaparecimentos” um tanto recorrentes e de alguns hiatus imprevistos, meu blog continua crescendo o que me deixa um pouco surpresa. Estou cada vez mais perto de atingir minha meta de chegar aos 10k, mas estaria mentindo se dissesse que está tudo bem. Receio que a pouca motivação que me resta para continuar postandi desapareça quando eu atingir meu objetivo. Deixando de lado todas essas palavras tristes, mais uma vez agradeço a todas essas pessoas que me apoiam. Sintam-se abraçados por mim, e por favor cuidem-se ♡

English: I only have to thank each of you for all the love that my blog has received over time, despite my somewhat recurrent "disappearances" and some unforeseen hiatus, my blog continues to grow which I think is something um unimpressive. I'm getting closer to meeting my goal of reaching 10k, but I'd be lying if I said everything was fine. I'm afraid that the little motivation I have left to continue publishing will go away once I reach my goal. Leaving aside all those sad words, but once again I thank all the little people who support me. I send you a big hug, take care of yourselves ♡

(Sorry for any spelling errors)

I've been here for a long time, but I still believe that you all know very little about me, so I decided to make a small post with some things about me, so if anyone wants to know something specific, they can feel free to ask questions.

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃

description: during kristie's first game at west ham against tottenham no less, her girlfriend is pushing as hard as she can against the wind. so hard she knocks herself out.

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kristie mewis x female reader

disclaimer: this is all just fiction - have fun!

warnings: t*ttenh*m, concussion, mentions of blood and injury, swearing, cute fluff

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y/n Beginning of Jan dump 😝

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username1: cuteeeee 😭

username2: I love how Kristie is here now!!! 😍

viv_asseyi: We look so good!

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y/n: Oh yeah we do!

username3: They sound like the beginning of a joke lmao - An American and an Australian play for West Ham

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mackenziearnold: LOVE YOUUU 💕

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y/n: LOVE YOU MOREEEE 💕

caitlinfoord: I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard ! 😂

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y/n: don't - I giggle when I think about it 😂😂

kyracooneyx: A KNIFE! 😌

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y/n: NO! 😶

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kmewis19: My baby <3

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y/n: So glad you're finally here !

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hawacissoko23: She really is, she wouldn't stop crying without you.

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y/n: bro... 😔

westhamwomen: JUST SOLD MY CAR

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y/n: TO LUCAS PAQUETA

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y/n and Kristie had met years ago, by complete chance. They had never played against each other, but while y/n was on holiday in America happened to run into each other and the rest was history.

Long time phone calls and late night face times became a regular thing for them as they navigated their relationship with a bright smile on their faces.

However, ever since Kristie's big move to y/n's team of six years, the couple had been hardly spotted apart. Not that anyone could blame the two lovers.

They were simply making up for lost time, and months spent without one another by their side. Therefore, they were attached all the time, some part of their bodies always touching.

The west ham girls found it almost hilarious, y/n had come to earn the nickname of the Aussie Storm, from how dangerous she was on the wing, how formidable she was as a player.

Yet, the second Kristie was in her eyeline the once fierce storm turned into a sunny day, the woman's attitude and scary demeanour 180' ing completely.

Currently, the group were stood around Rehanne, listening to her pep talk for the game ahead, the wind was incredibly wild and y/n was grateful that her girlfriend had helped her pin her braids stiffly in place.

The group were huddled in the changing room, Kristie in front of y/n, her back pressed against y/n's chest as the taller woman ran her arms up and down Kristie's sides soothingly.

The wind howled as the group cheered, Kristie pecking her lover's lips in good luck as they ran out onto the pitch. Kristie was on the bench for the start of the game and watched as the game got underway.

It was clear very early into the game, that today's battle was not just a London Derby, but also a derby against the earth's elements. The storm filled wind pushing even the lowest passes off course.

Kristie watched as her girlfriend stood strong, battling with Grace Clinton for the umpteenth time in the first twenty minutes, the blonde Tottenham player being dispossessed by y/n.

By half time, even in the cold wind and even colder air, West Ham managed to be 2-0 up. y/n had hardly stopped, and even in the cold she was covered with sweat.

Kristie moved over to her as she panted, handed her a water bottle as they listened to Rehanne's critics for the second half, before they finally had a moment to breathe.

y/n felt light, as if she wasn't fully in focus with what was going on around her. y/n ignored it, instead taking small sips of her water as Katrina sat next to her, the two national teammates clasping hands.

"You're doing so well babe. Never seen you like this." Kristie says softly after Katrina gets up.

"Ah well." y/n says panting. "London Derby baby." She tells Kristie who grins, pecking her lips as they are called back out. y/n groans but stands up, crouching to get Kristie on her back who chuckles.

"Weee." Kristie says as y/n runs down the corridor and onto the pitch, the two holding their arms out like aeroplanes.

One of their social media crew runs at them camera in hand as they get closer, Vivi in front of them pretending to roll her eyes in annoyance as she shakes her head at the camera.

"Children." Vivi jokes at the camera as y/n races close to the lens.

"Come on you irons!" She grins, laughing as Kristie kisses the lens as she jogs off, putting her down as they warm up.

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username1: Kristie and y/n! I'm crying they're so cute! 😭😭

username2: Vivi pretending to be annoyed at them! The little 'come on you irons', Kristie's kiss. UGH CUTE. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

username3: WE LOVE THE WEST HAM ADMIN SM

username4: It is SOOO clear how much happier y/n is with Kristie here and I am SO happy for her ! 🥺

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username5: YESSSSS

username6: I love y/n and Kristie sm 😭

BarclaysWSL: We NEED a relationship like West Ham's Kristie and y/n NOW PLEASE 💳💳

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Kristie had made her debut on the 63rd minute, the blonde pushing against the wind as best she could as she tried her best to hold the ball as she went for a corner kick.

y/n watched proudly as Kristie tried to stop the ball from rolling away with little success, her jaw twitching from it's clenched position which she always did when aggravated.

West Ham were 2-1 up, Tottenham having snuck a goal past them ten minutes ago, in which y/n ended up rolling against the floor making her wince, but stood up quick enough to not be brought off, she just ignored the dizziness she felt.

Kristie kicked the ball finally, the wind pushing it around the air and almost into the net where Becky Spencer managed to bat it away, straight at y/n who pushed forward, trying to beat the wind.

y/n stuck her leg out, hoping to catch the ball and swoop it into the back of the next. Charli Grant, of Tottenham had the same idea but to defend.

y/n pushed her leg, swopping the ball past Becky and into the net, however her leg catches Charli's and with the speed y/n was running at, the girl falls and her head pushes against the goal post.

Kristie - who had ran toward the box in excitement - paused as she saw y/n's body fall lifeless to the ground, blood dripping down on face and onto her kit below as Charli held her national teammates head, crying in fear.

"Medics!" Kristie shouts, racing to her girlfriend, stripping Kristie's shirt off herself, leaving her in her sports bra.

Kristie's hands were shaking as Katrina hugged Charli, trying to calm her crying as Mackenzie held the other side of y/n, whispering begging words for her to wake up as the medics arrived.

Kristie could feel herself being pulled away but she tried to shake her head, tears shrouding her vision as Mackenzie finally got her away, her shirt being left against y/n's head, now dripping with blood.

The stadium was silent as the group crowded around y/n's body, the blood now stopping with the medics working hard and whispering to each other.

Kristie was in Mackenzie's arms, crying into her shoulder as she tried to keep herself calm, Hawa and Vivi were gripping each other tightly, Bethany England by their side as they all paled in worry.

Charli was slowly stopping her tears, staying clung to Katrina who was calming her down with soothing words as they watched y/n be stretchered off.

"Can you continue?" Mackenzie asked Kristie kindly, understanding if she would rather be with her lover.

"She'd want me too." Kristie nods, taking a wipe to scrub the blood off her hands as they went into a five minute water break.

Kristie pulled on her top, listening to Rehanne's talk about how they now played the rest of this game for y/n and the second she knew anything she would let them know.

The game continued, but it was clear everyone was shaken up, passes had become sloppy and shots were off completely, even the crowd was hardly paying attention.

During the 80th minute, Grace Clinton scored, narrowing the gap to 3-2 to West Ham, but no one celebrated, and then Kristie shot her corner on the 88th. The ball flying in due to the wind. No one celebrated.

The ref called the game at 98 minutes, no one complaining about the few minutes shaved off as the West Ham team tore down the tunnel and to the medics room.

The medics explained y/n had already been taken to hospital, the injury not looking past a major concussion and some blood loss, which had been hopefully rectified now they had stitched her up.

Kristie's hands were still stained red and shaking as she sighed out in relief, Charli burst into tears again, having followed the West Ham team.

Kristie's next hour of taking photos and showering was blurry as she drove to the hospital, finding the look of it so different to her home country as she walked into y/n's room, the girl sat up somewhat and wired up.

"Hey my love." y/n smiled weakly, her skin pale and sweaty as Kristie blinked away tears.

"I can't believe you're okay." Kristie sighed out in relief. "I was so worried." She adds and y/n nods, as she shuffles over, letting Kristie slide off her trainers and slide into the bed with her.

"Welcome to London love." y/n chuckled and Kristie sighs out. "It's a rough concussion, but no lasting damage, need to get the stitched taken out in a week, and then ease back into training over the next few weeks." y/n tells her.

"Looks like I'm gonna be playing nurse." Kristie sighs, pressing a relieved kiss to y/n's head.

"Hmm. Only if you wear the outfit we bought at Christmas." y/n jokes and Kristie snorts.

"Dude, gross!" Mackenzie says as she leans against the door way. "Entire teams are here, Spurs girlies too. You feel up to visitors?" Mackenzie asked her.

"Yeah, alright." y/n nods. "We won yeah?" She then asks and Mackenzie chuckles.

"Yeah, your mrs scored a goal." Mackenzie says and y/n grins.

"Had to do it while I wasn't there, huh?" y/n asks Kristie who chuckles and pecks her lips carefully.

"Well, I guess I will have to score one next week." Kristie says and y/n smiles.

"Okay my love." y/n smiles before the rest of the teams trudge in.

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my cutie girl <3

[gimmeyourlovepls]

Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmm I don’t know if your still taking requests for asoue but if you are could I get some headcanons of what it would be like dating Klaus? I feel like i’ve read everything and I need MOREEEE

of course bb! i feel like there is not nearly enough klaus stuff to read, so here!

Dating Klaus Headcannons <3

klaus would be so awkward at first

not enough books prepared him for this

so maybe he'd limit things to hand holding, and thats barely

u have to be the one to initiate things, like kissing his cheek or hugging him

eventually he'd fall more into it and give you a kiss on the cheek or wrap an arm around you

he know his parents would have loved you

also he definetly reads to you, his voice flowing through your ears as you lay on his chest, imagining the pictures in your mind

you've both definetly fallen asleep cuddling

and violet has caught you guys on all of those occasions

klaus would find a book that reminds him of you and give it to you as a gift, which made you swoon

and of course you ask him to read it for you

its a romance story

and in the middle of the book, you push the book away from him and kiss him gently

you two are so in love <3

a/n: sorry this is so rushed, i literally havent been around my laptop for a whole good bit on vacay!!!

[spacesapphi]

MOREEEE HES TRIO HEADCANONS

There's some. There's some sad ones in here, sorry. Warnings for mentions of death, neglect, and bullying

HCs below the cut

Elliott

- LOVES cats sm, has a little tabby named Mr. Darcy who he adores more than anything. Sometimes it'll knock over his inkwells or bat at his quills but he doesn't seem to mind

- He's the youngest of five kids and kind of the black sheep of the family. Rarely got attention besides teasing over his interests growing up, and used books to cope with it

- Doesn't really make eye contact, it makes him really nervous

- he actually briefly knew Harvey as a child and they were each other's only friend. Harvey moved away about 3 years after they met and they finally reunited in Pelican Town

- He can draw, but writing is much preferred

- Wrote letters to Harvey after he moved. When he was in highschool his dad got to the mail before him, read a new letter, and forbid him from communicating with Harvey again with no explanation. Elliott was devastated

- Went to college for writing and literature! He was able to publish his first book because he got a very good letter of recommendation from his professors for his work. The money he earned from it helped him get out of his town and away from his family

- Pelican Town has made him feel the most peaceful he's ever felt in his life. The cabin gets lonely, but he's happy and he cant imagine himself anywhere else

Harvey

- His dad was a military medic and unfortunately died while stationed when Harvey was a baby. His grandpa moved in to help raise him, and as mentioned in the previous HCs, was responsible for his interest in being a pilot

- He likes wearing headphones in public to block out loud noises, but gets too shy to do so often because he thinks it'll draw attention to him

- had a secret clubhouse he and Elliott used as a kid (literally just an abandoned garage where they kept a bunch of their stuff) but it meant a lot to them. It was a place to get away from the bullying they faced

- was incredibly short all his life until he got a crazy growth spurt in highschool and wound up being 6'2

- says shit like "good golly!" And "cheese and crackers!"

- he's a nerd, this man does not take his whiskey neat and bed at 3

- HES THE ONE THATS TOO SWEET

- Wrote letters to Elliott a lot after he moved. They stopped when the two of them were in highschool. Harvey sent a letter confessing he had a crush and never got one back, so he thought he did something wrong until he met Elliott again

- his mother is a huge ally and comforted him a lot after that incident. She loves her son so much :(

- He has really bad asthma

Shane

- much of what Jas has is a hand-me-down she got from Shane. All the toys, clothes, and stuff like that are from his childhood before he came out. They're a bit outdated, but Shane and Marnie can't always afford brand new things for her

- He went to college on a gridball scholarship, but studied in Visual Arts. The camera he has in his 7.5 heart event is one he used to make short films for classes.

- Came out to Marnie as trans at 12 and was terrified to do so. She was really accepting and sweet though! He let her be a big part of the new name process too :)

- Jas's parents were also in those classes and the three of them often worked on projects together. It's how they became best friends! He still has all the reels of little films they made, and watches some of them with Jas when they're really missing her parents

- Clint has a one-sided beef with him since Shane is Emily's best friend and ex. He views him as competition for some reason and acts weird about it. Shane has absolutely no clue why and just thinks he's weird

- He got really good at styling hair after he took in Jas. She likes just having her hair in two pigtails mostly but he can do some fun styles!

- Has a lot of health issues post recovery because of how heavy his drinking was. He's sick fairly often and it's frustrating for him

- Driving and being in a car makes him anxious, he prefers to either walk or bike if he can help it

- Let's his hair start growing out after he starts recovery. He gets it to a nice medium length. Tried to go for a mullet but Emily begged him to cut it 😭

- He does NOT like Lewis at all because of how he treats Marnie and he has to restrain himself to act civil, for his his aunts sake

[leosxrealm]

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ? [ꜱᴍᴀᴜ]

pairing(s): M. Bachira x male! reader

summary: problems with your former team lead you to transfer to your rival team where you meet your person

warning(s): none!!

(a/n): this looked way cuter in my head. it was kinda rushed so forgive me!! i had this idea and thought bachira would be a perfect fit for it. also i tried to make the article on canva but WHY IS IT SO FUCKING HARD TO MAKE before i decided fuck it and used instagram instead

[yn_ln]

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[yn_ln] Thank you for this opportunity @/barchaofficial. I'm so glad to be part of this team. Visca Barcha! ❤💙

barchaofficial Welcome to the team L/N

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bachi_megs happy to finally play alongside you!!

[yn_ln] thanks Bachira

user1 finally??

isagi_yoi congratulationls Y/N! Can't wait too play against you and Bachira!

[yn_ln] thanks mate and don't think we'll be going easy on you

otoya_e you don't have any interest in playing against me Isagi?

user2 Otoya getting jealous for not being mentioned along his boyfriend will never not be funny.

user3 he has a bf??

user4 have you seen him and Bachira? they're def dating

user5 two guys can't even be close friends without y'all making it your personal business geez

user1 Visca Barcha!!

user6 Go Team!

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football.gossip

football.gossip Bachira hints at his and L/N's romantic relationship. Here's everything you need to know....

yn_ln

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yn_ln it's been a chaotic year so far. made lots of new friends, and met my person. i'm happy to call you mine Bachi Bee. these last six months were some of the best of my life. Here's to another many more six months. I love you❤️❤️

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user7 stappphh he calls him bachi bee. what if i cried

bachi_megs i love you moreeee❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

bachi_megs Happy six-month anniversary ❤️

user8 god i see what you've done for others

otoya_e we get it ur happy. respect the singles here

hyo_chigiri okay i admit you guys are kinda cute

user9 my dads🫶🏻

user6 more like daddies-

isagi_yoi you guys are so cute together!!

user10 if they broke up i'll never believe in love

user8 real

user11 he just called Bachira his person😭😭 this is the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen

(a/n): me- spending hours to make this 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 you- reading it in 5 minutes

[avenging-fandoms]

Hey!! I love your writingggg.. can’t get enough of soft loverrrr pedrooooo definitely need moreeee

I was wondering if you take requests. So I have this fantasy of like Pedro and the reader living in a shared house/apartment in New York and they’re in a long term relationship. For the last few months Pedro’s been travelling busy with filming and so they haven’t seen each other for a while, e-reader decides to have a self care day that ends with being sprawled on the bed playing with themselves. Little do they know Pedro’s decided to surprise by coming home early, only to have the reader nowhere to be found; as he walks deeper into the house he hears your moans and panics thinking you might be cheating, only to find the reader sprawled on the bed wearing one of his shirts that still smell like him and moaning his name.

That will be all.

Thank you 😊

yeah.. it's nasty as hell. don't read if you're a minor.

adding this request: request: pedro smut🤭 praise kink🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

“it’s ok” “i know baby, i know” “you’re alright baby” “you’re doing so good” “you did so good sweetie” immediate aftercare when you’re worn out😦🤤

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"Today was so rough, Pedrito," You drape your head over the armrest of the couch and sigh. "I wish you were here to hold me until I felt better."

Pedro could hear the pout through the phone. "God I dream of holding you every night, sweetheart. 2 more months and I'm all yours."

You smile and sit up, leaning your elbows on your knees as you look at your nails. "I think I'm gonna take a bath, I always feel better after those."

"A bath, hm? I hope you'll let me see how relaxed you are." His voice was deeper and you bit your lip, leaning back and playing with the strings on your sweatpants.

"Maybe, I'll think about it. I'm mad at you for being away from me for so long."

"I'm away for so long so I can buy the biggest diamond to put on your finger, princesa. Don't start now." You giggle and sigh, shaking your head. "Enjoy your bath, listen to some Prince to think of me, I'll be shooting but I have my phone. I love you honey."

"I love you, Pedro." You make a kiss noise and hang up the phone, heading to the bathroom with the speaker. You set it on the counter and connect your phone, playing your 'Pedro' playlist and sure enough, Prince came on. You turn on the water and sing into the mirror as you wait for it to be ready.

You added salts and some flowers with bubbles, lighting a candle and sliding into the tub. You submerge in the water and your nerves could finally relax. You close your eyes and listen to the song until it ends before opening your eyes again.

You dry your hand and grab your phone, opening your camera and taking a photo of your lips down, with your body barely covered in bubbles with your wet thigh poking out of the water.

Pedro: I may quit my job just to eat you up.

You bite your lip and inhale sharply with a big smile, setting your phone down and closing your eyes, dreaming of everything you could be doing with Pedro if he walked through the door. How you'd touch him, kiss him, make him scream, you were desperate for his touch.

After almost an hour in the bath, you finally brought yourself to get out. You dry off and wrap yourself in your towel, draining the tub and shutting off the speaker.

You head into the bedroom and take a picture in the mirror of you in your towel with your cleavage popping out.

Pedro: Enough Pedro: I'll fly home to you dressed as Joel Miller Pedro: I won't even change

Yn: Is that supposed to be a bad thing?

You grab one of Pedro's shirts and underwear, falling on the bed in your towel. You hold his shirt in your hands and sit up, sliding it over your head and smiling at how it smelled like him. The thoughts of what you'd do with Pedro if he was home came back and your body shivered.

You bit your lip and opened the side table drawer, turning on the vibrator and pressing it to your clit softly as you went to your 'Hidden' album to listen to a video of you and Pedro.

Your moans mixed with Pedro's from the video as you moved the vibrator around your clit slowly. You closed your eyes and imagined Pedro was the one holding the toy, and your moans grew louder.

Pedro smiled as he closed the door to the apartment, locking it behind him and dropping his backpack. He looked around the whole floor for you, but it was dead quiet.

He grabbed the railing and took two steps before stopping dead in his tracks. He heard your beautiful moans coming from the bedroom, and he got a sick feeling.

You would never cheat on him. But then again, he is away for so long.

Pedro took deep breaths as he walked up the stairs slowly, peeking into the crack of the door and his mouth fills with saliva.

Your legs were spread, your left leg bent with your knee towards the air and your right leg straight. His pants got tight as he watch you pleasure yourself with his shirt over your nose, hearing his moans and holding back a whimper as he hears you moaning his name.

Pedro walked in the room and you gasp, scrambling to shut off the video and he placed his knee in between your legs, grabbing the vibrator and pressing it hard against your clit.

"P-Pedro! Fuck- What are you doing here? Fuck." Your nails dug into his biceps as your back arched, holding your breath as he pushed his fingers into you and fucked you fast with the vibrator in his left hand.

You exhale deeply and gasp, moving your hips up and down slowly as you shake while riding out your orgasm. "Oh.. fuuuck.." Your eyes roll back as you grip his shirt, his fingers still fucking you without the vibrator.

“Oh, I know, let it out sweet girl.” Your moans turned to whimpers and he pulls his fingers away. "What a welcome home."

Pedro shut off the vibrator and threw it to the side, kissing you slowly as he moved his hips against yours. "You didn't quit, did you?" You breathe and he laughs, shaking his head.

"They don't need me for 4 weeks, it was unexpected and I'm so grateful I made it home just in time." You smile and his fingers moved again. “Oh, look at you..” His voice was soft and hoarse, bending down and spreading your pussy before moving his tongue against your clit.

Your fingers grip his hair as he hums, shaking his head before pulling away and kissing you messily.

“Take off your fucking pants, Pedro.” You hiss into his mouth and he smiles, standing up with his hands on his hips and closing his lips and smirking.

You had to do it.

You sit up and grab his waist, pushing up his shirt and kissing his happy trail with your bottom lip hitting his waistline. “Enough, princesa.”

“You missed me, P?” You smile and look up at him as you pull his pants and underwear down, drooling at the sight of his hard cock. “I missed you, Pedro.” He stepped out of his pants and you couldn't wait any longer as you watched his dick bounce with every move.

“I missed you so fucking much, honey. So much.” He breathed and his chest moved rapidly as your mouth moved up and down his dick. His head fell back with his hands in your hair, pushing his fingers through it and taking the hair tie off his wrist and put it in your hair. That's what it's always there for, just in case.

"How much, Pedro?" You smile up at him as you move your hand around his tip and he held your chin, making you stand up. Your hand touches his stomach and gasp softly as he hand wraps around your throat.

He pushes his thumb under your chin and makes you look up, lips kissing your neck slowly and tickling your skin with his facial hair. “Like how the moon misses the sun. My heart sang to you every night, mí amor, couldn’t you hear it?”

His voice was a whimper and you were a puddle. You pulled him down on you and kissed him, wrapping your leg loosely around his waist. “I’ve waited 8 months for you, Pedro. Please.”

“I love when you use manners.” He positions himself and slides in slowly, nearly collapsing on top of you as he missed how wonderful you felt.

“Yes, Pedro, harder!” You beg and his hips snap into yours, pushing your knees against your chest and you grip his wrists.

Your eyes roll back and you hear him chuckle as your eyelids shut. “Yes.. oh my god.. look at you. You take my fuckin’ cock so good. Such a good girl.”

He kisses your calf and you smile, dropping your legs and Pedro holds them up. Your ankles sat on his shoulders with his hands holding your thighs, continually fucking his hips fast into yours.

“Pedro.. fuck… Pedro.. Pey…” you gasp, whimpering his name as you grab his shirt frantically in a fist as the pleasure was overbearing. “Right there, fuck!”

He stopped. “Were you going to tell me you were touching yourself to me?” Pedro was out of breath, fists next to yours as he knocks your legs off him.

Your legs fall to the bed, bending them with your knees against his side. He moved his hips slowly, watching himself as he pulls his dick out so just the tip was in, and snapping into your hips before your whine.

“Yes.. Yes, baby, I was going to send you pictures and videos..” You breathe with your hand pressed against his chest.

A light bulb went off in Pedro’s head. He walks away from you and leaves you on the bed, grabbing the vibrator, a tripod and a dildo and made it back to the foot of the bed.

“What the..?”

“You, my sweet, good girl, are going to show me exactly how you touch yourself without me here.” He set up the camera and you stared at him as you sat up on your elbows. “Miller.”

“What?”

“If you feel uncomfortable, yell or scream or shout ‘Miller’ as in Joel Miller and we’ll take a break.” Pedro nods to you and you nod back.

Pedro hands you the toys, and you grew embarrassed. Stage fright? You looked into his eyes once and that was it.

Pedro started recording and you laid down slowly with your eyes locked on his, moaning as you push the dildo inside of yourself.

“Shit..” You breathe as you pump it in and out of you, Pedro stroking himself as he watched your every move.

“Vibrator.”

“Pedro.. I-I can’t-“

“Now.”

Buzzing filled your ears and you shiver with a moan as you press the toy against your sensitive clit.

“Good girl.. look at you. Spread your legs more.. mmhmm.. just like that..” He started to pant and put his hands on his hips as he caught his breathe.

Your moans hummed in his ears as he watched you fuck yourself. “Please.. Pedro I need you, not the toy.”

“Don’t stop. I didn’t tell you to stop.” His eyes burned holes into your pupils and you gulp. “Keep going. You’re doing so good, so beautiful.”

Pedro sat next to you and moved his finger tips up and down your inner thigh as you continue to fuck yourself, his hand slowly replacing yours on the dildo.

His hand moved quickly, pounding deeply into you and you gasp, screaming his name as you reach your climax.

Pedro ripped the toy away and you gasp while dropping the vibrator, his body in between your legs as he fucked you again. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly and you bite his ear, whimpering his name in his ear.

“Please Pedro, I need to cum so bad, please.” You beg and he smiles, kissing you deeply as he rubs your clit.

You nearly rip a hole in his shirt as you scream his name, orgasming around him. He grunts and curses your name, huffing as he spills his seed into you.

You close your eyes and Pedro lays on his side next to you, his finger tracing your features. “You did so good, mi amor. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed your shoulder and you hum with a smile, turning your head towards him and he kisses your nose.

“I was so lonely without you, Pedro.” You whisper and he pouts, kissing your lips softly as well as your jaw.

“I know, mi hermosa. But I’m here for 4 weeks, and we can spend all those days in this bed.” He whispers and you look at him, kissing him a few times before tapping his chest.

“But first.. a shower and we wash these sheets.” Pedro laughs and you head into the bathroom.

“Welcome home.” Pedro mumbled to himself with a smile as he rolls up the covers.

[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 2

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Javi fucked up things with you.

SERIES MASTERLIST PART 3

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +2.5k

Warnings: none. No use of Y/N.

A/N: Chapter 2 is here! As always I want to thank you for your support! I hope you like this one and be ready for moreeee!🫶🏻✨ I love reading your comments and reblogs, so keep the coming✨

I’m open for requests. Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Loki, BBC Sherlock, Supernatural…😏

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Work made time fly quickly. You had a lot of paperwork to do every day, and it seemed endless – spending hours reading reports and files and then translating them on your typewriter. However, something had been making the last two weeks feel easier, or better to say, someone.

Every afternoon, Javier Peña visited your office to hand you his and Murphy's daily reports. You wondered when Messina would withdraw Javier's punishment, but you weren't sure if you wanted her to do it. You didn't have a lot of friends at work since your department consisted of only one employee – you. You had some conversations with secretaries and officers during your lunch breaks, but you always returned alone to your small office.

So, when Javier visited and talked with you for at least a couple of minutes, it made you feel less isolated in the demanding work environment. The couple of days when he didn't visit because he was on a raid out of the base, you couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. You became accustomed to the smell of cigarettes and men's cologne that lingered in the air whenever he was around. Sometimes he also smelled like black coffee, and on his roughest days, even like whiskey.

It became a small but pleasant routine, these short daily visits from Javier. You'd sometimes share a funny story or a piece of office gossip, and occasionally, you'd laugh together. Those brief moments helped create a sense of camaraderie between you and the charming DEA agent.

Until one particular day, as Javier handed you the reports, he leaned casually against your office doorframe, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "You know," he began, "I've been thinking. Maybe you and I should grab a drink after work one of these days. Get to know each other a little better, outside of this crazy office."

His proposition took you by surprise. You hadn't expected this kind of invitation. Your mind raced as you tried to decide how to respond. Javier watched you intently, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

You were about to say yes immediately, but you knew better than to let yourself fall into the den of the beast so easily. You had heard a lot about Javier Peña and his charming ways, known to lead any woman to his bed. And although you had been enjoying the friendly conversations with him, you didn't want to rush into anything too quickly.

You met his gaze, your own eyes locking with his. "Javier," you began carefully, "I appreciate the offer, I really do. But, I have to be honest, you have quite the reputation, and I don't want to misinterpret our friendship."

Javier's smirk hesitated, as he tried to process your response. He looked like it was the first time he'd been rejected, and it caught him off guard. He straightened his back and moved his hand as if dismissing the importance of it all.

"Wow," he said with a touch of sarcasm, "I never thought I'd see the day when someone turned down a night with Javier Peña. Guess I overestimated our connection."

His words stung, and you could see a flicker of hurt in his eyes, even though he was trying to play it cool. You had unintentionally wounded his pride, and it seemed he was determined to strike back with a hint of meanness.

"It's not about our connection, Javier," you replied evenly. "It's about respecting boundaries and not rushing into something we might regret later."

«That I might regret later».

He sighed, his tone softening just a bit. "Fair enough. I get it. I won't push," he said, his playful charm replaced by a more somber demeanor. "Let's just forget I ever brought it up. We can stick to our friendly chats. No harm done."

The atmosphere in the room grew tense, and you both lapsed into an uneasy silence. It was clear that your rejection had affected him more than he let on, and you couldn't help but feel a sting of guilt for hurting his feelings.

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He didn't mean it.

"I never thought I'd see the day when someone turned down a night with Javier Peña"?

What the fuck was that shit?

As Javier left your office, he felt guilty and embarrassment for saying that. He knew his behavior wasn't correct, but the disappointment he felt really took him by surprise. He had been rejected a couple of times, he was prepared for your possible refusal. But what he didn't expect was the heavy weight he would feel when he heard you saying no.

For weeks, he had been feeling increasingly drawn to you, always wanting to be near you. He even used Messina's punishment as an excuse to visit your office, even after she withdrew it. Javier had finally come to the disconcerting realization that he was infatuated with you. So, he thought that perhaps by taking you out for a drink and even having you in his bed, he would get over it.

But as he got into his truck, he felt truly disillusioned. His ill-advised words had driven a split between you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had ruined any chance of building something more meaningful. Javier's fear of commitment was something that never kept him awake at night, not even after everything that had happened with Lorraine. He felt genuinely sorry for leaving her at the altar thirteen years ago, but he always told himself that she was much better without him. She needed someone with a lot more commitment than he had. Now, the topic seemed to be haunting him.

He wasn't mad because you hurt his ego; he was mad because you hurt the feelings he didn't know he had.

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Javier didn't come to your office again the following week. It wasn't the first time a man stopped talking to you after you rejected him. You were used to it. The moment you made it clear you wouldn't give them what they wanted, they magically lost interest in you, sometimes even resorting to calling you boring or, occasionally, a bitch.

You could sense this double standard in society. On one hand, they encourage women to freely explore their sexuality, which is great, but on the other hand, if you prefer to wait for the right time and the right person, you get labeled as "boring" or "prudish." It's as if there's no middle ground, no understanding that everyone has their own path and timing.

You had always believed in waiting for the right person, the one you truly cared about, to share such an intimate moment. It wasn't about religion, you didn't even believe on the false concept of ''purity'' or ''santity''; it was simply your personal choice.

So you thought Javier was just another man like many. It made you feel disappointed because you really liked him, but there wasn't anything you could do about it.

As you entered the office dining room, you spotted your usual group of female friends. They greeted you, and you joined them. All of you spoke in Spanish.

"Hello" you smiled as you greeted as you took your seat. The chatter at the table was lively, filled with laughter and bits of gossip about the office. These women had become your companions, and you cherished the moments you spent with them during lunch breaks.

As the conversation flowed, one of your friends, Marta, leaned in and asked in a teasing tone, "So, we've been seeing Agent Peña hanging around your office quite often lately. What's the story there?"

The mention of Javier made you pause for a moment, and you glanced at your friends, slightly surprised that they had noticed. "Oh, that," you said, attempting to play it off casually. "It's because of Messina's punishment. She made him handed me his reports."

Ana raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Messina's punishment? Come on, you were chatting for like two weeks straight. That punishment lasts only a couple of days."

You felt your cheeks flush as you tried to maintain your composure. Your friends were sharp, and they clearly had their suspicions. "Well," you began, searching for words, "maybe he did something to bother her again. You know how bossy she can get."

The women at the table exchanged knowing looks, and one of them, Maria, couldn't help but tease, "Hmm, a bad boy indeed. He must really that bad."

You sighed internally. With a sheepish smile, you finally confessed, "Okay, fine. We've been talking a lot. But it's just work-related, I promise."

Marta grinned. "Work-related, huh? Well, you can't blame us for being curious. Agent Peña isn't known for spending that much time in one place, especially chatting with a colleague."

You shrugged, realizing that your friends had seen through your explanation. "I guess we've been getting along. It's nice to have someone to talk to during those long work hours."

Your friends exchanged knowing glances again, and Maria leaned closer, her voice hushed. "Come on, spill the beans. Is there something more going on between you two?"

You hesitated, then decided to be honest. "No, there isn't. It's just work and friendly conversations. Javier is a nice guy, and I enjoy our talks."

Maria leaned in again, her tone more serious this time. "That's good to hear then, because, you know, we found out that he slept with Kelly. You know her, didn't you? The blonde one."

You paused, your heart sinking at the revelation. It didn't surprised you, but you felt a hole in your chest.

"Oh," you tried to composed yourself, "Well for them."

Sofia chimed in, her expression concerned. "Yeah, we just don't want you to get hurt. These things usually don't end well. Men like him, they tend to move on pretty quickly."

"You don't have nothing to worry about," you tell them, mixing your food but you had lost your appetite, "There's nothing between us, so Javier is free to do anyone he please."

The conversation moved on to other topics, but you couldn't help but feel a ache of disappointment and confusion. Why did Javier's involvement with someone else affect you like this? You told yourself it didn't matter, that you had your own principles and choices to stick to. But deep down, something had shifted, and you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

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You and Javier had crossed paths around the office a couple of times during the following days, but neither of you made the effort to talk to each other. It was a bit awkward, but nothing that you actually mourned. You had heard that he spent at least two more nights with Kelly, until apparently, as you heard from Martha, she asked him to be more than just friends, and he said no. It wasn't a surprise; he had done that to more women at work. Everybody knew him.

On the other hand, Javier was desperate to get you out of his dreams. He told himself that he couldn't put a name to what he felt toward you, but the reality was that he just wanted to accept it. He had feelings for you, more than just wanting to be with you in bed. He wasn't in love - yet - but he did feel something. Your refusal had hit him harder than he expected. He couldn't deny that he cared more about you than he ever thought he would. But he had no idea how to approach you now.

The dimly lit room was filled with the lingering scent of passion and cigarette as Javier stood by the window, staring up at the distant lights of the city. Helena, lying on his bed, propped herself up on one elbow.

"Javi, what's been bothering you lately?," Helena asked, her voice soft and concerned.

Javier turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes meeting hers. He sighed and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "It's nothing, Helena, just work stuff," he replied, trying to dismiss her question.

Helena wasn't convinced. She had known Javier long enough to recognize when something was troubling him. "You can't fool me, Javier," she said with a knowing smile. "I can recognize a heart that's burdened."

He looked at her, his guard dropping slightly. "It's complicated," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Helena knew better than to press him for more details. As she watched Javier's back, her feelings were a complex mix of desire, longing, and a touch of sadness. She had known for a while that Javier was not just her client; she had developed a connection beyond the physical, even though Javier didn't.

She felt a heartache, waves of jealousy running through her veins, knowing that she could never compete with the other woman in his thoughts. Helena understood the nature of their arrangement – she was a hooker, and he was a DEA agent. Their worlds were inherently different, and she had resigned herself to the fact that he would never see her as more than a source of pleasure and information. Yet, despite her own rationalizations, Helena couldn't help but yearn for something more with Javier. She had developed genuine feelings for him over time, even though she knew it was a one-sided affair.

After Helena left his apartment, the night grew darker, and Javier lay awake in his bed, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He couldn't deny the growing feelings he had for you, and he knew he needed to do something about it. The distraction had reached a point where he couldn't ignore it any longer.

So he had made a decision. Tomorrow, he was going to approach you. He would apologize for the way he talked to you the other day, ask you out for a friendly drink, and see where things could go. It was a bold move for him, someone not accustomed to such personal pursuits.

As he mentally crafted his approach, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of your bright eyes and the way your laughter rang in his ears during those brief conversations in your office. Javier was convinced that there was something special about you, something that drew him in despite his best efforts to resist.

In the morning, Javier waited impatiently during the usual meeting in the office. He couldn't concentrate even when it was his turn to talk about the recent capture of one of Escobar's hitmen. Finally, as they left the meeting room, Murphy approached him and patted his back.

''Everything okay, Javi?'' he asked. Javier tried to keep it cool and waved a hand like it was nothing.

''I couldn't sleep well,'' he simply said as both agents arrived at their workplaces.

Steve chuckled, sitting at his desk and starting to gather all his paperwork. ''You were thinking about her, weren't you?'' he dared to ask. Javier and Steve trusted each other enough to tease one another. They never crossed the line but considered themselves friends.

Peña looked at him with annoyance, but it wasn't deep.

''Shut up, Murphy,'' he groaned as he gathered his own paperwork but didn't sit at his desk.

Steve looked at him with a grin, knowing his partner well enough to guess his next move.

''Two weeks without seeing her, and now you'll use Messina's punishment again as an excuse just to see her? What changed, Javi?'' he mocked.

''I told you to shut the fuck up,'' Javi said as he turned back toward your office, and Steve laughed.

Javier tried to remember the words he had spent the night trying to formulate and memorize. He was actually nervous. But just as he reached your doorway, his heart sank. He saw you engaged in conversation with Diego, another colleague from the office. The sight of you two talking, sharing a moment he wasn't a part of, left him feeling like an outsider. You were smiling, and there was a slight blush on your cheeks.

But not as flushed as she was with me, an intrusive thought echoed in the back of his head. He quickly turned away, his plans disrupted, and retreated to his own desk. Javier couldn't help but wonder if he had missed his chance with you. The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him in a state of frustration and craving.

NEXT CHAPTER

[bonny-kookoo]

OMG SEVEN DAYS YESSSS!!!! I NEED MOREEEE😭

A/N: Let's see if drabbles for this series will also get reported and labeled sigh

"But- this will take away from out seven days-" You say, as he pulls out the chair for you to sit on, the restaurant calm as everyone chats with the people at their own tables- though you do notice a couple of eyes landing on Jungkook.

You can't blame them- after all, he is somewhat of a public figure, something you have almost forgotten these past few days.

"It won't." He chuckles, before he sits down across from you, a gentle smile on his lips as he leans his arms on the table. "If anything, it is a necessary part of it." He shrugs.

"I'm not into public-stuff." You tell him with a serious gaze, and he laughs softly, hand resting with an open palm on the table, silently asking to hold yours- something you comply with, letting him run his fingers over the back of your hand in his.

"We won't be doing anything sexual here." He says quietly, so no one hears what he says. "I already know that's not something you like, and I respect that fully." He reassures you, and you nod, looking at your hands.

"Then-.. why are we here?" You ask, and he just leans his head to the side a little, watching you with a kind expression.

"Because this week isn't just to keep you in my bed." He chuckles. "Or on my couch, rather." He corrects, making you roll your eyes, slowly relaxing in the setting of the expensive restaurant. "It's to get to know each other. I've never had the chance to really.. spend any intimate time with you, after all."

"But we've been pretty 'intimate' these past two days-" You shake your head, confused.

"Yes and no." He laughs softly to himself. "Intimacy has been kind of.. washed down to being nothing but sex. But it's more than that." He explains calmly. "Intimacy is.. closeness. It's togetherness." Jungkook continues, and you listen with interest. "When I say I want to have an.. intimate time with you, it doesn't mean that I just want sex." He goes on, making eye contact with a waiter to silently call them closer. "It means that I want to be together with you. I want to be close to you." Jungkook explains, smiling. "It means I want to simply connect with you."

"But still-"You worry, when he bluntly reaches out to kiss your hand instead.

"Take it.. just like a scene." He says, his eyes now a lot sharper, less soft, as he watches you. "And you know the rules when we're in one, don't you?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyes widen a bit-

"Yes, I do." You answer more clearly, and the corners of his lips raise in an almost proud smirk, before he licks his lips.

"Good." He responds. "Now how about some whine?"